urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_g_pym Pierre Menard Pierre Menard Pierre Menard 2007-02-23T19:21:54Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_g_pym:666 a_g_pym @ 2007-02-23T19:21:00 2007-02-23T19:21:54Z 2007-02-23T19:21:54Z This is the day which down the void abysm<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Love, from its awful throne of patient power<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 560<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And folds over the world its healing wings.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance--<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; These are the seals of that most firm assurance<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mother of many acts and hours, should free<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The serpent that would clasp her with his length,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; These are the spells by which to reassume<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; An empire o'er the disentangled doom.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 570<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is alone Life; Joy, Empire, and Victory!